so these seven words i pray you hold true
forever and always i will never love you &
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After Ambrosia's initial answer to the first question, there is the barest hint of a nod from Andormeda. This is exciting fot the little girl, leading her to believe that she is infact correct. And yet when she asks her next question, her bright exotic eyes take in the slight changes to her Mother's facial features. Subtle lines appear where they had not been before, and the expression she sees is one of contemplation and then.. something that makes her feel unsure. What the dark wolf has to say cannot possibly be bad, but she would simply have to be patient enough to listen and to see for herself. She is of course quiet and respectful while Andro is speaking to her, keeping her bright gaze focused on lemon yellow all the while. The words are slow and though it is a lot to take in, her rapidly ever changing puppy mind absorbs them and she nods her auburn splashed chin down. She does understand, even if she is young, and she wants to show Andromeda just that.

'It is how they view things and how they think about them.' It's not a question, but more so a spoken statement. It is her mind putting Andromeda's words into her own thoughts. And it doesn't stop there but for a brief pause. 'One can like the rain, and one can not.' Glancing up at the dark wolf, as her gaze had wandered away for the barest hint of a moment, a sweet and soft smile began to creep its way across her slender and small features. 'One can enjoy the soil beneath the paw, and one can not.' She felt confident that she understand what the older wolf was trying to get acros, and she felt quite proud of herself. In her mind she had done well and it was good thing, simply because she viewed it that way. Yes. She would know herself is something was good, or if something was bad simply by thinking of it and deciding for herself. This she knew she could do.

And when Andromeda revealed that she thinks they are seperate and also one, Ambrosia cannot help the moving of her small yet elegantly white tail in joy and happiness. She is very much like her Mother and enjoys this fact immensely for she loves Andromeda the most above all things. And what she says has her pale white ears perking up and her skull tilting ever so slightly to one side. She likes the part about how they were made to bring the soil and clouds together, yet when the dark wolf finishes with her last sentence Ambro pauses. Dark pelts like dirt, touched with the white of the stars. And yet.. she is not as they are. She is all white, save for her three markings, only two of which holding the dark hue of Andro's pelt. Did that mean she was wrong? Or that.. that Andromeda and everyone else found her wrong? But her fears were soon calmed when her Mothers lovely and calming voice came forward again.

There was no need to fear- for she was bright like the stars themselves. She held the barest hint of night to her, but the was a star through and through. The comforting words and added gesture of a nudge from her Mother have Ambrosia smiling even wider now, before pushing against the larger wolf and nuzzling her entire fourm against her. Andromeda is then telling her what she likes, and it makes the little one giggle in soft laughter when it is revealed that she is what the wolf likes best. She adores her Mother and enjoys her company immensely. And after her last question, the little one is holding her breath. She can hardly contain her excitement for learning the thoughts of her Mother and waits expectantly for her to speak and finish. When she does, she is almost wiggling with excitement but has a certain moment of clarity. It is when the word 'always' is whispered to her, Andromeda's voice falling silent and her eyes finding their closure.

She cannot see it on the black wolves face, but there is the barest hint of a sadness yet happiness in her tongues, and Ambrosia watches on for a moment as her Mother relaxes some, seeming to enjoy this moment with the soil beneath them both. This is where she gets it from- where she has learned most things she has in life other than things she has on her own. Her Mother has been her teacher, and it is then that she decides she will always be her teacher, no matter what age she might be. She would always ask questions to figure things out and to learn more- to learn all that she can. No further words are needed from the small pale one, and so she joins Andromeda in allowing the closure of her sight and the relaxation of her muscles. Though it is always present, the rhythm of everything around them comes into focus once more. And Andromeda's presence almost amplifies it, bringing more joy and content to the little girl. She wished for all moments to be like this, and for them to never end.

But perhaps that is something more for her to learn, that all things, they have a beginning and they have an end. It is simply up to someone to learn to recognize them, to know them and maybe even forsee them in the future. A sudden thought then pops into her mind, and while she is loathe to break the silence- she is also curious. From Andro's words Ambro knows that her Mother comes from a place with wolves mostly dark, unlike herself who is so light. Opening her eyes slowly to gaze up at the black wolf, her voice is soft and quiet per usual when it slips forth, tender and yet never timid. 'Where did you come from, Mother?' The words were accented with a slight tilting of her head as she watched and waited, patient as ever simply because she had already learned much from Andro- and would continue to learn as long as she could.

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no soul // no love // diveen